Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.